Magician in Type-Moon

Lancer complained to her Master, since she had already rushed up to Caster's side, and at this distance, it wouldn't be difficult to forcibly remove the Master's head.

"Lancer, since that's the case, let's deal with Caster first. A Master without a Servant is not a threat."

“OK! OK!” Lancer replied casually, as if victory was assured. In her view, her opponent was just a Caster who had been brought up close, posing no threat whatsoever.

Anyone would have thought the same way, so Kenneth didn't say anything about it.

Lancer accelerated from its standstill and charged toward Caster with lightning speed, casually deflecting an incoming magic bullet along the way.

But what followed was even more magic bullets; a grand magic spell was completed in an instant with the blessing of [High-Speed ​​Divine Word].

A barrage of magic bullets rained down on her.

"So annoying, they're like mosquitoes." Lancer muttered in dissatisfaction, but his spear kept moving, thrusting, deflecting, and slashing down the incoming magic bullets.

Her figure moved like a ghost, constantly closing in on Caster.

"Ah, Caster, your Master has already fled, why don't you? Do you think you still have a chance of winning?" Lancer's voice was provocative, while trying to disrupt his opponent's mind with words.

Psychological warfare is also an important part of the battle, and she hopes to use it to make the opponent reveal a weakness.

Caster remained unmoved upon hearing this, a cold smile flashing in her eyes.

"Escape? Why would I escape?" Her voice was low and calm.

"This is my home turf. You're the one who should be running away."

Before Caster's voice had even faded, several magical ribbons suddenly shot out from the magic circle beneath her feet, swiftly swarming towards Lancer like snakes.

These straps attacked from different directions, intending to completely trap her.

Lancer keenly sensed the threat posed by these magical bands. She moved with lightning speed, her spear swirling through the air like a dragon, constantly shattering the incoming bands.

However, no matter how hard she fought back, the straps seemed endless; every time she broke one, a new strap would rush at her from all directions.

"How annoying!" Lancer growled angrily, her attack speed increasing once again. The spear in her hand transformed into streaks of light and shadow as she tried to break free from the bindings at an even faster pace.

Whether using the firepower of magic bullets for suppression or the tracking and restraining of chains, the sole purpose is to hold back the enemy in front of them and prevent her from getting close to "Jade".

Otherwise, if Lancer breaks through the defenses, the situation will be extremely unfavorable for Caster's side.

After a series of pursuits and interceptions, she kept dodging and counterattacking, but she could clearly feel that the opponent's attacks were becoming more and more intense and harder to deal with.

She knew she had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible, or she would be trapped in this ocean of magic.

In an instant, a strap slowly climbed up to Lancer's ankle, and alarm bells rang in her mind. She flew into the sky.

But once you're stuck, it's not so easy to get rid of. Thousands upon thousands of straps quickly follow, like monsters ready to devour you, binding Lancer in mid-air like tentacles.

This is Medea's magical combat technique. Even during her journey on the Argo, her magical combat technique was able to bind powerful enemies in place, allowing her to defeat them in coordination with others.

A dense barrage of light projectiles flew toward Lancer, who was suspended in mid-air, as if the outcome of the battle was about to be decided.

Meanwhile, Iskandar, who was atop the summit of Mount Enzo, also stood up. Even Webber, who was standing nearby, could see Lancer's current disadvantageous situation through Rider's vision.

"Ah, can such a brave and skilled hero fall into a trap because of a moment of carelessness?"

"Although this ending is somewhat unpleasant, it also means that one less formidable enemy has emerged to contend with me for the Holy Grail."

"Alas, even if I were to go and save the day, it wouldn't change anything."

Iskandar sighed, seemingly regretting that he had not yet fought against such a valiant hero.

Waver, standing to the side, was puzzled. Could it be that Rider wanted to save this Servant who would become an enemy in the future?

"Wait a minute, something's not right. This is more like it, this is more like it! No wonder you are a hero I have my eye on!"

The bottle in his hand was crushed instantly, and his excitement was indescribable.

Waver was startled by the Conqueror King's sudden action. Although somewhat displeased, he still used his shared senses with Rider to observe the battlefield, which seemed to have already been decided.

Chapter 37 "Stalemate" (Please add to your favorites! Please recommend!)

Kenneth's hideout was located deep underground in Yuanzang Mountain, in a cavity about fifteen meters below the surface.

This cavity was not formed naturally, but was carefully excavated using the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

Having learned from his previous experience, Kenneth became more cautious in choosing where to hide.

The clock tower's monarch used reverse thinking to hide himself underground like a burrowing spider, a move that was undoubtedly an unexpectedly brilliant idea.

"Really, I still can't shake this arrogance," Kenneth thought to himself with self-reproach.

Although his hiding place was very well hidden, Kenneth did not let his guard down completely.

He kept a close eye on the situation on the battlefield, especially Lancer's combat status.

At this moment, Kenneth maintained contact with Lancer through synesthesia, and he could sense Lancer's immense power and her intense fighting spirit.

"Lancer probably doesn't need any extra help either..." Kenneth muttered to himself.

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Inside Ryudong Temple, Lancer, though bound, did not give up despite being in danger.

Although she fell into the trap due to her arrogance, she was not discouraged by it.

Being bound by ropes does not mean defeat; it is far from time to give up.

In fact, Lancer deliberately got hit by the straps, and her escape into the sky was also to create distance and make it easier to build up momentum.

The magic bullets and chains hurtling towards her from all directions were already driving her crazy.

If it's simply a war of attrition, she's destined to lose within Caster's workshop.

Although choosing to escape from the beginning was entirely feasible, she had higher aspirations in mind.

"What general who has won a decisive victory would allow his men to flee without a fight in the second battle?" Lancer pondered to himself.

Now that she had fallen into the trap, she decided to use this opportunity to use the 'jade' as bait to draw the enemy's attack to one place, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop.

She believed that even Caster, in the face of her, would find it difficult to take effective defensive measures while her magic was broken.

She quickly focused her mind, and the magic power within her surged rapidly. She wanted to unleash her strongest attack in the shortest amount of time.

Although the straps restricted her movements, they did not stop the flow of magic within her. She took a deep breath, preparing for a full-scale counterattack.

"In harmony, oh lake, etched in my memory!"

The spirit origins of the Knights of the Round Table were ready in that instant.

Magic simulation, circuit guidance, inner filling!

This is an attack that is not a Noble Phantasm, yet it surpasses even a Noble Phantasm!

Caster felt a sense of unease after binding Lancer with the straps. She sensed that the flow of magic in Lancer didn't seem like an attempt to escape, but rather like the gathering of power for a counterattack.

However, if she were to break free from the magic's hold at this moment, the consequences could be even more dire.

To control.

Left with no other choice, she could only continue to increase the amount of magic power she filled, further enhancing the power of the flying magic bullets, while also continuously strengthening the binding ability of the magic belt.

Lancer's magical energy continued to rise, the outward release of magic from the Dragon Heart constantly strengthening her power.

Her body temperature gradually increased as her strength grew, and the surrounding air also began to become scorching hot.

The straps binding her body, after being reinforced, slowly tightened, seemingly about to dig into her flesh.

The accumulated potential energy was completely detonated at this moment, and a dark blue light burst out from under the flesh and blood. The bands on the body surface were gradually melted off, one by one falling off the body.

Raindrops fell on her body and instantly evaporated into steam, causing her damp hair to flutter again.

A cold gaze flashed across Bai Fei's pupils as she slowly raised the spear in her hand, pointing it directly at Caster's heart.

This strike is bound to succeed.

The scene seemed to slow down, like a time-lapse in a movie, with the frame moving forward one by one.

The rain seemed to slow down, the shimmering droplets freezing in the air, reflecting a ghostly blue light, as Lancer's spear plummeted from the sky with overwhelming force.

The magic ribbons were torn apart like thin paper at that moment, scattering into the air.

Each magical band disintegrated upon contact with the brilliant spear tip, transforming into countless tiny points of light.

As for the magic bullet?

Each magic bullet seemed to be guided by an invisible force before that shimmering spear tip, deviating from its trajectory, or instantly disintegrating upon contact with Lancer's spear.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the swift and sharp trajectory of the spear as it streaked through the air, carrying an irresistible momentum as it pierced straight toward Caster's heart.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, I'll take this first victory!

The powerful magic followed the spear like a trail of light, crashing down on Caster, who was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

"Huh, this feels wrong."

Is this what it feels like to have a gun pierce your flesh? Even a Heroic Spirit in a non-spirit state should feel the same as a flesh-and-blood body, right?

I picked up the Caster hanging on the tip of the gun, held it above my head for a closer look, and it seemed there was no difference.

Suddenly, the four 'komainu' stone statues standing in the courtyard lunged at Lancer's location.

Meanwhile, many skeletal 'dragon tooth soldiers' appeared in the temple and surrounded Lancer.

Caster's corpse on the spear tip turned into burning ashes, which were soaked by rain and became black mud.

"Tch, got tricked again?"

He started moving at high speed again, dodged the stone statue's attack, and slashed at the statue with his spear.

But instead of severing it as she had expected, the spear became embedded halfway into it.

"Have you used magic to enhance your abilities? Realizing you can't beat me one-on-one, you're resorting to overwhelming numbers?"

Because of Lancer's dodge, the two statues collided with each other, one of which shattered completely. The remaining three, though somewhat damaged, still charged at Lancer.

Meanwhile, the swarming Dragon Tooth Soldiers were incredibly annoying. Although each shot could take the "life" of several skeletons, being entangled with such weak creatures was even more infuriating!

He darted and weaved through the battlefield, each swing sending up a large shard of bone.

The slightly threatening stone statues were not very flexible, so it was impossible to touch her body.

However, this tedious and repetitive brutality did not bring any pleasure, just like how playing a Dynasty Warriors game always becomes boring in the end.

"If that guy doesn't show up, let's retreat."